Zhao Tianlan's mind raced.
Advisor Han had slain an Evil Cult Grandmaster in the street—a glorious achievement.
But who knew if he'd... pocketed something he shouldn't have from that Grandmaster's body?
'What if this Secret Technique has side effects? If it turns me into some inhuman monster, it would be a huge loss.'
A thought even surfaced in his mind: 'Should I find a chance to secretly tell General Li about this?'
Watching the shifting expressions on Zhao Tianlan's face, Han Feng almost burst out laughing.
The guy's surface-level thoughts were completely exposed to his All Things Identification.
'Suspecting I'm an Evil Cult mole? Quite the imagination he has.'
He didn't press the issue, just asked lightly, "Who wants to be the first to try?"
The three men looked at each other again.
Finally, a young pilot, not tall but with a resolute gaze, stepped forward.
